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The famous energetic social organization leader, the instigator of the First and Second Wizarding Wars, Tom Riddle, also known as Mr. Voldemort, once said a wise saying:

As long as the spirit of the young man persists, prowess is assured wherever he goes.

As the player's level increases, the ability to survive by playing it safe also rises.

Now, Li Cheng is also someone with a Soul Device and can go shoot some life vlogs with titles like kicking nuclear warheads, drinking Alien blood, swimming in lava, or streaking in outer space.

Uh...actually, with the Insect Transformation form activated, the last two challenges can indeed be accomplished.

Li Cheng rubbed his hands and picked up various weapons from the shelf, starting his tests.

Similar to projects like plants, dead animals, and paintings, the more complex the weapon itself, the higher the limit of soul intensity it can bear.

Take cold weapons as an example: a stainless steel kitchen knife priced at $9.9, after bearing a soul, had no reaction.

A $1699 integrally forged Han sword with a high-manganese steel blade could jump twice in place after bearing a soul, increased sharpness while cutting pork, and could absorb blood.

A Damascus Steel vintage sword replica crafted by an MS-level knife craftsman, priced at tens of thousands, after bearing a soul, had no bidirectional communication ability but could accept one-way commands to hover in place and fly at low altitudes at 30 meters per second, autonomously seeking out enemies to slay.

After enough kills, it even has the ability to pierce armor, capable of cutting through steel plates of lower defense grades.

Put in ancient times, things like Spider Cut, Demon Sword Village, Village Rain Pill, would not even be worthy to carry its shoes.

The same applies to modern firearms, with soul-attached rifles and cannons possessing ballistic correction and crosshair calibration abilities.

Headshots at 800 meters, literally the "Can you not shoot with a frame on?"

Machine guns and machine cannons never overheat,

mortars and self-propelled artillery automatically calculate shooting variables.

So, what about tanks?

Li Cheng waved his hand to summon a six-legged Magic Energy Cannon Tower, pressed on the alloy armor, closed his eyes, and focused his concentration.

One hundred points...five hundred points...one thousand points...

The Magic Energy Cannon Tower bore a full two thousand soul energy points, completely depleting Li Cheng's Spiritual Power Value, with his Sanity Value approaching a danger threshold, until he stopped.

Li Cheng slowly released his palm, an involuntary arch of his eyebrows.

The feeling was quite marvelous. As a Magic Cannon Master, he could innately control the Magic Energy Cannon Tower perfectly.

Yet with the Magic Energy Cannon Tower endowed with an independent soul, the bond between them became even stronger, with the degree of binding only increasing instead of decreasing.

He slightly tilted his head and used his mind to say: "Can you hear me?"

"Yes...Master."

A voice echoed in his mind, just like the voice narrated in one's mind while reading text, without a specific timbre.

The Magic Energy Cannon, unlike a Megatron figurine, has no innate personality setup, coming new from the factory, yet to form a personality.

"Forward, backward, turn the barrel five degrees to the left."

Li Cheng issued commands in his mind, and the Magic Energy Cannon executed them perfectly.

The above feats were achievable by the Magic Energy Cannon before, so Li Cheng turned his attention to a series of WWII vintage tanks prepared by Toy Factory.

Such as the Tiger, Panther, Sherman, T34, etc.

He used the [Assembly Puppet] ability to integrate these tanks with the Magic Energy Cannon and then disassemble them.

A strange scene unfolded. In the view of the camera, the disassembled tanks split like cell division, each obtaining an average of one or two hundred soul shares.

Li Cheng mentally inquired: "Report the situation. Can you sense these tanks?"

The Magic Energy Cannon Tower remained silent for a moment before replying: "Yes, Master."

With the response, all the tank engines revved simultaneously, billowing smoke.

Li Cheng decisively said: "Show me."

"As you wish."

The Magic Energy Cannon remained stationary while the WWII tanks started moving, speeding up, halting sharply, advancing in depth echelon, interspersed maneuvering. Their tactical actions displayed the proficiency of an armored assault team honed over years.

"Open fire."

The Magic Energy Cannon's voice resonated through the soul chain.

Boom boom boom boom!

The tank cannons roared one by one, causing the steel fiber reinforced concrete targets Gray Rain used for strength training (grinding teeth) normally to collapse and shatter heavily under bombardment.

Hmm?!

Li Cheng's eyelids twitched. Those WWII tank barrels weren't even loaded with shells; what they fired just now were clearly invisible vector force field shells.

He quickly asked the Magic Energy Cannon: "Have these tanks inherited some of your abilities?"

"They are a part of me, my...extension and derivation."

The Magic Energy Cannon replied: "When I am not intentionally controlling them, they exhibit characteristics of free individuals."

Having said that, the cannon loosened its soul control,

and those WWII tank barrels instantly drooped down, tracked wheels rolling, moving aimlessly.

They even seemed to find fuel shells and opened the back hatches to "feed" themselves.

Li Cheng observed with a frown. If the Intelligence of the Magic Energy Cannon equaled that of a human after being granted a soul, then its derivatives were about as intelligent as dolphins.

In the animal kingdom, dolphins have an encephalization quotient (the ratio of actual brain mass to the predicted brain mass based on body size) of approximately 5.3, second only to humans' 7.4-7.8,

their brains possessing considerable information processing and complex behavior regulation capabilities, perhaps even smarter than some "people"—

For example, Prince Hisahito who enjoys observing dragonflies;

the steadily gazing Thai Prince Tippakorn (rumored to have healing potential in recent years);

Arnold with a pointed head from Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin, who might all be less clever.

Moreover, quite subtly, these tanks automatically formed camps by country when idle, with Tigers and Panthers inseparable, while T34s and IS-2 heavy tanks clustered together.

They maliciously bumped and scraped each other during close encounters. If unmonitored, they might even start a full-blown fight.